I DON'T OWN CHARACTERS!

CLANK. THUMP.

He hit the floor, his binders and writing utensils spewing everywhere. Some of the bigger kids laughed as they walked by. Everyone ignored his small form, well some did notice, and promptly stomped all over his stuff, laughing. He sighed and started feeling around on the ground, looking for his glasses, he was blind as a bat without them. The hallway was soon empty, great, he was going to be late. Again. He sighed and continued looking. He heard the sound of footsteps approaching him. They beat him up yesterday, hadn't they had enough. Well, Patrick had had enough the second the bullying began. But he was just a 14 year old boy who hadn't even hit puberty yet. He was short, pale, thin, he wore thick glasses, and his hair was always a mess. To make matters worse, he was just a nymph, a lowlife in their eyes. The footsteps stopped and he thought, perhaps he hadn't been seen. As soon as the though crossed his mind the footsteps started again. He tried to shrink down, hoping the floor would swallow him whole, but like always, it didn't. He could feel the person stopping in front of him. He tried to shrink back more, he was shaking. He hated them, he hated them all. And he knew that the feeling was mutual. It would be better if he just disappeared. No one would care. His parents barely acknowledged his existence, why have one at all if nobody thought you were worth anything. He stopped shrinking back and just sat there, like a rag doll, awaiting whatever they had planned for him. He didn't move as he saw the blurry figure reach towards his face. He closed his eyes and waited for the impact. Instead he felt something being settled on his nose. The familiar feeling of his glasses was gently pressed into his face. He slowly opened his eyes and looked in front of him. Before him was a girl, obviously older than him and taller. He skin was tan and her bone structure was delicate. She wore a ripped-sleeve, off the shoulder, gray top that reached her belly button, under it was a magenta tank top. She wore chartreuse ripped skinny jeans that matched the bow in her hair, and white flats. The bow held her long curly hair that must have gone a good ways past her waist, in a high side ponytail. Her hair was peculiar, orange at the top, fading into canary yellow, and then into pure white. But her eyes, her big eyes, were even more peculiar. A deep purple collected at her irises, pushing out into valleys of spring green, and fenced in with a peachy pink.

Gorgeous.

"Are you okay?" She asked, her eyes were filled with worry. He nodded slightly, afraid to speak and scare her off. "Good!" She said, before leaning down and picking up his stuff, he quietly joined her. They stood up and she handed him his stuff, she towered over him, a good 6 inches. He opened his mouth to thank her.

"Weird. You have the same classes as me, but you're a freshman, right?" She had taken his schedule out.

"I-I'm fourteen, but I skipped a year." He stuttered, feeling like a fool. Her head snapped up at him, here it comes, she'll hate him too.

"You're the one I've been hearing about" Here comes her insult. "You ready? We have Life Skills together, and we're both totally late!" She gabbed his hand and dragged him down the hall.

She opened the door and the entire class turned their attention to her.

"Well then, Miss Clover since you and Mister Utonium decided to be late, you'll be partnering for the project." The teacher said, harshly. The girl nodded and walked to the back and motioned for him to sit beside her. The teacher passed out the eggs, explaining about them treating the eggs as their children. Great... She'll hate me even more now. it was the last period of the day and Patrick rushed out. He was on his was home when his arm was caught, he turned to see her looking at him. She had the egg in her hand.

"O-oh, you want me to do all the work?" He asked holding out his hand. She gave him a confused look.

"No silly." She pulled the egg back and held out her other hand. "Hi! I'm Luna, what's your name blue eyes?" He was taken aback at first, but took her hand nonetheless.

"P-Patrick"

"Well then Pat, I look forward to working with you!" She grabbed his phone out of his coat and punched her number in before waving goodbye and flying up into the sky. He had never had someone other than his parents' numbers in his phone. He looked at the foreign name.

Patrick entered his house, he could hear his parents working in the backroom. He trudged upstairs, and completed his homework with ease. There was only a month left of school. His phone buzzed while her stared up at the ceiling. He fidgeted with it, trying to figure out how to answer it.

"Hey this is Luna! Come and meet me at the park in 10 minutes!"

Then she hung up. How had she gotten his number. Patrick should've needed to sneak out, but he just walked out the front door, his parents not noticing or caring where he was going.

Luna lay on the picnic table at the park. She had tied the egg up in a scarf, it was sitting beside her. God, she couldn't get them out of her head. Those gorgeous baby blue eyes, she had only seen them for a second, it wasn't fair! Well, she could always... no that was too dangerous. She was at complete war with herself. She had memorized Patrick's number, photographic memory. She was going to use the project as an excuse to try and see them again, behind those thick glasses. She heard the running footsteps and saw him approaching her. She was 15, she wasn't supposed to like a younger person this much!

"What's wrong?" he asked, slumping down on the table, she slid next to him pushed the egg towards him.

"It needs a face, but I can't decide what expression it should have!" She then went off about expressions. He sighed, looking at the egg.

"Why don't we just-" She snatched his glasses away and saw the gorgeous eyes.

"Why do you cover up your eyes? They're awfully pretty."

"I-I can't see w-without t-them!" He said, blushing. She sighed and before she could stop herself, she did the one thing she promised she wouldn't.

"Patrick, close your eyes."

He hesitated, maybe she was going to hit him, prank him. Well, it's not like he could see anyway. He closed his eyes. He felt something cold over his eyes, her came the prank. His eyes started to tingle but he wouldn't open them, not wanting to think she was a bad person.

"There!" She said, holding his glasses captive after she had wiped her hand over his eyes. His eyes tingled even more and he opened them.

Patrick was looking up at a gray ceiling. He blinked, once, twice, and then once more just to make sure. Of course, being with her was only a dream. His body ached slightly and he remembered his girls. He sat up, causing a head beside him to pop up. He looked down to see Buttercup, holding his hand. Her eyes were drowsy, but once she came to, she jumped up and hugged him as tight as she could.

They all cheered, all the people dancing around at his awakening. He was a little sore, but other than that he felt fine. Bubbled laughed and the doctors' bewilderment at her father and sisters recoveries, all of their estimates had been wrong. After the party they took their dad to the meeting room. A mahogany room with dark brown carpeting. They explained everything, even about the mating. Bubbles felt mind wander to the annoying question echoing in her head.

"What is a Banshee?" Bubbles looked up to see all eyes on her. "What is it?" She asked.

"You know, I've been starting to wonder that myself." Bunny spoke up, turning her attention to the king. Bubbles came to the shocking conclusion that she had brooded wrong and spoken her thoughts.

What is a Banshee?

Bunny wasn't going to lie, she had been thinking about it. A small bug in the back of her mind had been grabbed and pulled forward. Apparently' she wasn't alone. Bubbles had said, obviously on accident, but Bunny needed answers. Bubbles had given her the perfect opportunity. She stared at the king, the room was quiet. Buttercup and Bell exchanged looks. Bunny's eyes never left the king's, even when she felt Blitz staring at her, she didn't let her gaze waver.

"You know, curiosity killed the cat." The king said and Bubbles stood, absolutely fed up. It's rare for her to be angry, this must have been bothering her for a while. Buttercup and Bell rushed off after her. Then Bunny stood up and glared down at the sitting king.

"And satisfaction brought it back" she mumbled so quietly evening Blitz, who was next to her with vampire hearing, couldn't hear her.

"Excuse me?" He asked, she was making her way to the door. Bunny just turned and flashing him a knowing grin, the king flinched. Never in history, had the king ever flinched. Bunny left the room.

Bunny looked for her sisters, but to no avail. She stopped when she heard familiar talking. She flung open the door to find Blossom standing, talking to herself.

"Bloss" Bunny sighed before hugging her, Blossom hugged back. "You"ll never believe what happened, your mind has infected Bubbles and I"

"What do you mean?" and Bunny explained everything, her and Blossom stayed in the infirmary all night.